We're here to get each other through this thing, whatever it is.
It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.
Writing was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in.
I take care of military families. Their sacrifices are very real.
Life for the unwell is discontinuous and unpredictable. Things just come out of nowhere. People try but mostly do a lousy job of taking care of you.
Put on all the armor of the Lord. Not just the pretty stuff.